Monday, August 1, 2011

The Dancing Baby Elephant - Animal Stories from Tanzania

I love animal stories!  There were so many animals interacting with each other as we toured Tanzania that I started collecting stories in my journal.    I just knew you would want to read about


  

The Dancing Baby Elephant.
   
Early one morning, the road was clear and dry with no ruts.  The dew was fresh on the green leaves of the acacia trees; a few birds sang as we drove though this quiet pristine area.  

Later that afternoon we passed through this same area after a hard rain.  Now there were ruts and mud lakes.  Travel was slow and that was a good thing as we happened upon a herd of elephants.  They were intent upon stripping the acacia trees of their bark as well as pulling up the trees with their trunks.  There were now broken trees, trees bent over with no leaves, and trees uprooted.  It was difficult to find the road so we stopped and watched.  The elephants were intent upon their task and paid us no attention at all.



All at once we spotted a baby elephant too young to participate in the havoc and he began dancing for us.  At least that is what it looked like to us!   



 
 
He put his right foot forward and pulled it back.  He put his left foot forward as his tail swung back and forth and his ears flapped to and fro.  We wanted music to go with this but he must have had his own.  He turned around and started over.  His trunk swayed sideways. 


Nothing and everything was synchronized. The rhythm of the dance continued for a good ten minutes and ended with him scooting under Mama's belly.  

THE END!


Tomorrow look for The Pregnant Giraffe

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Monday, August 1, 2011

The Dancing Baby Elephant - Animal Stories from Tanzania

I love animal stories!  There were so many animals interacting with each other as we toured Tanzania that I started collecting stories in my journal.    I just knew you would want to read about


  

The Dancing Baby Elephant.
   
Early one morning, the road was clear and dry with no ruts.  The dew was fresh on the green leaves of the acacia trees; a few birds sang as we drove though this quiet pristine area.  

Later that afternoon we passed through this same area after a hard rain.  Now there were ruts and mud lakes.  Travel was slow and that was a good thing as we happened upon a herd of elephants.  They were intent upon stripping the acacia trees of their bark as well as pulling up the trees with their trunks.  There were now broken trees, trees bent over with no leaves, and trees uprooted.  It was difficult to find the road so we stopped and watched.  The elephants were intent upon their task and paid us no attention at all.



All at once we spotted a baby elephant too young to participate in the havoc and he began dancing for us.  At least that is what it looked like to us!   



 
 
He put his right foot forward and pulled it back.  He put his left foot forward as his tail swung back and forth and his ears flapped to and fro.  We wanted music to go with this but he must have had his own.  He turned around and started over.  His trunk swayed sideways. 


Nothing and everything was synchronized. The rhythm of the dance continued for a good ten minutes and ended with him scooting under Mama's belly.  

THE END!


Tomorrow look for The Pregnant Giraffe

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